msmithbooks Chapter 146, Section 43: Amber Gold Composite
Chapter 146, Section 43: Amber Gold Composite
Chapter 146, Section 43: Amber Gold Composite
Jason, wielding a gun in one hand and a retractable baton in the other, showcases the charm of gunfighting in every frame.
Press down with the stick, turn and shoot, dodging the blade while simultaneously striking the neck with an elbow.
Six months of training taught him how to control his brute strength and skillfully unleash it in battle.
Claws, however, were not to be outdone. They would take any attack head-on and never dodge it, focusing on trading blows for blows. A pair of hidden blades left Jason's arm covered in blood.
But this was not enough to kill Jason; in fact, his opponent's selective evasion made him realize his weakness.
Jason noticed that whenever he chose to attack the waist and abdomen, his opponent's dodge range was larger than usual.
Could the amber gold that Dick mentioned be hidden here?
"Dick, take over!"
Jason shouted the slogan again, and at the same time dodged the hidden blade and ran towards his brother.
The two high-fived again.
Snapped!
But unlike last time, Jason didn't let go this time. Instead, he used the rotation of his waist and abdomen to throw Dick toward the tall, clawed man.
"Right side, chop down!"
Dick understood immediately and drew the long sword from his back while still in the air.
Claw got caught up in the habit of chasing, and after turning around and taking a step, he was caught in Dick's attack range. Knowing that things were going badly, he put one hand on his waist to block and thrust the other at his opponent, trying to force Dick to give up with a dangerous attack.
But he clearly underestimated Dick's coordination in the air.
Years of experience performing aerial acrobatics gave the boy extraordinary mid-air adjustment ability. Seeing the hidden blade slashing towards his neck, he made a downward arching motion in mid-air, his posture resembling that of a high jumper clearing a bar.
As the hidden blade grazed past his nose, Dick calmly delivered the fatal blow.
The blade slowly sliced through the clothing, shattered the protective gear, and then cut deep into the flesh.
It severed the kidneys, crushed the liver, and cut off the spine of the claws, along with the amber gold hidden inside the body.
A precise slash!
A large amount of blood splattered onto the walls and ceiling, along with a small, glittering golden object that was pulled out of the body. After hitting the wall, it was tossed high into the air, bounced once on the ceiling, and then, as if by magic, landed in Jason's hands.
Ah—one! !!! !!! !
The claws, now devoid of the amber gold compound, regained their sense of pain, letting out a desperate scream before collapsing to the ground, clutching their wounds. The trace amounts of the compound remaining in their bodies were still trying to repair the wounds, but it was woefully inadequate for such a large-scale injury.
"Dick, take him down! Now!!"
Even without Jason's prompting, Dick knew what to do, but when the blade reached Claw's neck, he just couldn't bring himself to strike.
He was just a seventeen-year-old boy who had just celebrated his birthday. He could be cold-blooded and decisive when he was determined to avenge his family, but he could never bring himself to swing a knife at someone he had no grudge against.
Jason noticed his younger brother's hesitation and, taking advantage of a moment when he was suppressing the enemy, turned around and fired a final shot at the fallen Claw.
boom!
A large gash was blasted open in Claw's skull.
The death of her companion finally ignited the female claw's killing intent. Her strength suddenly increased, and she kicked her opponent away, using the force of the kick to roll and leap.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside his companion who had been knocked down by Jason and was still recovering from his injuries.
She pried open her companion's blood-soaked mouth and pulled out a gleaming gold tooth.
Jason and Dick reacted quickly, anticipating the claws' attack on their companion; one drew his gun and fired, while the other threw a throwing knife.
Unfortunately, the female claw was faster and swallowed the amber-gold tooth before the attack could arrive.
Having withstood the onslaught, the wounds healed at a visible speed.
A dangerous aura permeated the room. The female claw, having swallowed the teeth, stood there, neither attacking nor defending, but Jason felt a chill run down his spine as she stared at him from the shadows.
He caught Dick, who was trying to give chase, and without hesitation, he broke through the window with him.
Jason might be blinded by fighting spirit if he were alone, but right now he has to consider Dick's safety.
The first thing the two need to do is find a way to survive, not to defeat their opponent.
Jason landed heavily on the ground, curled up, while Dick executed a graceful backflip in mid-air, landing steadily like a gold medal vaulter.
"Looks like I'll have to practice my aerial acrobatics skills sometime, won't I?"
Despite rubbing his aching arm, Jason still managed to joke around with his brother.
After escaping the house, the two turned into a winding alley. Here, even if they were pursued by claws, their supposedly formidable throwing knife skills would be greatly limited.
But as it turns out, under the overwhelming power, Claw didn't bother using throwing knives at all.
A whooshing sound rang out overhead, and the two looked up to see a dark shadow streak past.
Immediately afterwards, the woman's claws landed a few meters in front of them.
The back alley was covered in snow. A black cat, startled, stepped on a trash can lid and climbed over the wall.
At the end of the alley, an old street lamp, casting a pale yellow glow, illuminated the ominous figure of Claw standing backlit, projecting her shadow onto the faces of the two.
Jason shielded Dick behind him, attempting to buy time with words.
"Madam, is there some misunderstanding between us?"
The other party remained silent, then flicked his wrist to reveal a hidden sword.
"Wait, you can just say what you need. We're not necessarily enemies!"
Jason thought his tone was sincere, but something in his words seemed to have touched a nerve with the woman, causing her to let out a loud scream.
It sounded like a midnight TV signal test, the hoarse, shrill sound sending chills down your spine.
Jason then realized he had made a mistake—judging from the unusual cry, the female Claw was most likely a mute with damaged vocal cords.
Jason gripped the extendable baton tightly in front of him, ready to shield Dick from the storm.
But the speed of the female claws once again refreshed his worldview. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was quickly erased.
The hidden blade traced a sharp arc from bottom to top, the rising light of the blade seeming to cleave a hole in the dark sky.
Faced with the terrifying acceleration, the alloy telescopic baton snapped as easily and decisively as a chocolate bar in a child's hand. The female claw shattered Jason's defenses with a single blow. She clenched her left fist, and after a brief moment of charging, she delivered a second strike to Jason's wide-open chest.
In the nick of time, Jason pulled out an Eskrima short stick from under his arm and slammed it down on the woman's wrist.
This saved Jason's life. The blade slashed down, turning a stab into a slash. Although a deep and long gash was cut into his chest, connecting to his bulletproof vest, at least his life was saved.
Taking advantage of the opponent's attack recovery, Dick braced himself on Jason's shoulder, flipped himself high into the air, and raised his knee to strike the female claw's head.
However, the opponent was too fast. Although the left hand was pulled back by inertia and could not be pulled back, the right hand was already prepared to defend.
pat!
The woman with the claws opened her palms and effortlessly blocked Dick's knee strike.